Alexandra Brontay: a pear-shaped imperfect in a sterile, antisocial 23C London. Her world is like the city, an uncomfortable hotchpotch of the wrecked and the wondrous. The remains of iconic buildings sit next to towering dome structures, bastions of hard light that sink a mile underground. Down there the past is bastardised, sanitised, and reimagined for mass consumption via the hyperreal systems in every apartment and workplace.

Inter-human contact is minimal and strictly rationed. Sexual relationships are limited to 48 hours. Most choose the path of least resistance and stay locked within the system, worshipping the elite cult-culture of VoQue from the safety of living dome. Something inside Brontay hates what has been imposed upon her from birth to the core and she yearns for escape, only to find the only form of reality exists with her sex-pest colleague Simpkin and their regular visits to the clip joint SoSamantha's out East.

One night, same as all others, they go looking for some action. Both are stunned by the auburn vamp Katia Kutz, a celluloid dream poured into a dress quite out of place in this hole. She rebuffs Simpkin and hones in on Brontay, who just can't believe her luck.

Brontay wished for adventure, now she gets it as she is bundled into the trunk of a vintage BMW by her 256-year-old seductress. Dr. Kutz is a scientist and she has plans for revolution.

She's just found the perfect specimen.